Tears come –
a leak in my
soft, weary eyes
paints the mural
of my life.
Salty stains fall
silently on my
worn out canvas.
Often we push
ourselves beyond
our Soul’s desire
and the body
screams for us to stop.
But I wonder what it takes
to ‘do’ nothing when the
world demands we ‘do’
it all………….
FC 18/9/2015
Seize the Day
I toss and I turn
not knowing
where to put
this pain body,
for comfort….
It’s not the first time
nor will it be the last…
it just is……
maybe I can close my eyes
again, as the day begins.
Perhaps the day will be kind,
if I am.
Maybe I will stay awake
if I truly engage with the day…
Carpe Diem old pain…
Carpe Diem.
We’re not dead yet.
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